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located in Kraven's Crossing, a part of Rebellion: Rebirth, one of the many universes on RPG.

Kraven's Crossing

Calahad Rojo's village -- Post here when you are in Kraven's Crossing.

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Kraven's Crossing

Stephen Westwood


"The day young, the birds sing. Where mighty heroes go, swords swing," murmured Stephen as he looked around. The humans who had agreed to give him a ride in their cart, at Netherfield, at had left him the gate. It had been a long, long ride and Stephen was not amused. The cart's squeaky wheels and the super hyperactive children in the cart had destroyed his patience, his eardrums and quite possibly, his sanity. Screw those kid. I won't travel with those pesky buggers again. He spat on the ground.

People milled about, doing what Stephen hated most, actual work. Children increased Stephen's blood pressure by running rings around him. He looked at them evilly but they just laughed and insulting him, ran away. Oh, how he hated kids. But the artist in him stirred. He remember a jingle his Ogre friend had made: Work, work, all days. At night, I plays. The grammar was off but an Ogre made it. How could he hate it?

Stephen walked into the trade district. Kraven's Crossing was just another place. It had stayed free enough from the rule of the werewolves ancients. Stephen disliked the ancients very much. Not that he would publicly announce this hatred, he was only partially insane, but one day he hoped the masses would rise against them. Then he could sing all the song he kept in a cage inside him.

"Kid, are you just going to stare at people or buy something?" asked the shop owner in front of whose shop Stephen was procrastinating. Stephen apologized and bought, well, nothing. He had no money. His stomach grumbled. Sheesh.[/]

A faerie walked past him, or glided beautifully. She had one look at Stephen and decided he was but a lonely man, a lonely starving man. "I have some food if you want," she said as she walked ahead. Of course faeries communicated in a different way. They projected their messages into the brains of people. Stephen did find that a little creepy, but hey! Food.

As they walked out of the market area Stephen looked back at the kid who had bumped into him. [i]Nice try, pickpocket.
He smiled. Being broke had its perks. He looked at his host. She looked stunningly beautiful in her silken clothes. And of course Stephen wanted to be with her always.

The house was a small brick structure near an old tree some distance away from all the commotion. Stephen ate quietly, or slowly, enjoying the food and the awkward look on his feeder's face. "Thank you," he said quietly. She seemed happier and more relaxed now, though her posture was still defensive. Yes, I'm totally a serial killer.

"Did I look that famished?" Stephen asked and the faerie nodded. He laughed, and looked at her; she was smiling too. Her name was Angelica, which told him nothing about her. How many faeries had been given the Angelica? Almost every single, if Stephen remembered correctly. If that was the only name people could think of when describing a faerie, then they were a bunch of racists. But then again, he too would have named her Angelica. But he was different.

Stephen thanked the faerie before he left. He also gave her a slip of paper with a small poem written on it. She read it and had smiled. Oh man, why am I leaving? Having traveled the world, he had wooed many ladies and unknowingly some men. But he had a job, a quest. A quest whose quest giver was dead and whose value was null. But that didn't mean he would stop traveling the world. The quest gave him a purpose.

Stephen reached a gate. He looked back at the town he was leaving. This town had no life. It was just, there. Stephen may very well come back, when he'd be older, and settle down here. But right now he didn't want to stay here a bit. He wondered were his lunacy would take him next. Ahead of him a young maiden stood waiting.

Blonde haired, she wore a blue blouse and white skirt. She was colorful. He liked colorful. Before he could approach her a behemoth walked before her. Now, now Stephen. You shouldn't insult your father-in-law. Your future colorful wife will not be happy, he thought smiling. Well he did look like her father. A massive man, he was heading out of town it seems. Or the girl had come home from a dangerous mission. Nah, unlikely.

The maiden latched on her father. Stephen did not hear what they were saying. It was none of his concern. He just waited to see what happened. For a moment the crowds went numb, though they restarted their commotion soon enough. As the man left his daughter he approached him. "Separation is always painful. It's the fallacy of all beings. May you return to your daughter safely. Where are you going, if I may ask?"

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